The crickets chirped happily, hidden from human sight, and the whorled milkweed flowers sprang greenish-white from their long stems. Amber was careful to lift her skirts away from the toxic flowers to avoid getting their pale pollen over the dark satin. Such a shame that such a pretty flower could be so dangerous to livestock. It was a warning that appearances could be deceptive. Just like her handsome step-daddy. She shuddered and hurried on. The tracks had been built at the top of a small hill, and Amber had chosen to walk down rather than up, thinking that it would be easier with her still feeling a bit woozy and all. “Wait up, Miss Carpenter!” “Dammit!” She cursed under her breath, realizing that Harry Delaney was hot on her heels. Well, he could chase her if he wanted. He caught up with her and fell in step. “Why’re you in such a hurry?” “I’m just…” A bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts. “I’m just hot is all, and I need to sit in the shade.”
